Luyện nghe bài hát La, La, La

Memph Bleek always smoking la, la, la
(Hoo)
Sigel always smoking that la, la, la
(Hoo)
Neptunes track like la, la, la
(Hoo)
the ROC baby, sing our lullaby
on

Excuse me miss, I'm the
(Do you me to do it?)
You should come, hang wit me,
(Do you me to do it?)
up, skip all the singin', lets go ride tonight, mami
(Come on now, uhh)

I my English ain't as modest as you like
But come, get some, you bums
I the cake from under the baker's thumbs
I bake the cake, get two of for one
I move the weight like I'm Oprah's son
Uhh, I show you how to do son
don't mess wit chicks in Burberry patterns
Fake Manolo straight from Steve Madden
(Un, uh)

He himself the rap J F K
You wanna pass for my Onassis
Then hop ya ass out S class
Lay back in that maebach, the best grass, I ask
you in your long-legged life
Ever a watch surrounded by this much pink ice?
(Uhh)
Look, but touch, muthafucker think twice
'Cuz the gat that I got a little red light
a light?

To smoke la, la, la
(Hoo)
Beanie Sigel smoking that la, la, la
(Hoo)
Bleek always smoking that la, la, la
(Hoo)
It's the ROC mami, our lullaby
on

Excuse me miss, I'm the
(Do you me to do it?)
You come, hang wit me, basically
(Do you me to do it?)
Hold up, skip all the singin', go ride tonight, mami
(Come on now, uhh)

We got brothers of Arme, mamis in Manolo
Bags by Chanel, Louis Vuitton
All attracted to Hov' because know dough
When see him, which be European
If a teen chances you're wit him
(Ten)
If you're a you know you ridin' wit them
Sick wit the pen nigga, no in the world could fix him
No prescription you prescribe to subside his affliction

He's not a sane man, more like man twitchin'
You can't rain on his picnic
No voodoo, no headless chickens
Can his sickness
(Whoo)
No board, you can't see me dog, nigga you CB4
This ain't Chris Rock, bitch, the ROC bitch
And I'm the like a Houston Rocket

(Yao Ming)

Still that la, la, la
Memph Bleek still smoking la, la, la
Beanie Sigel, desert eagle to fo' to
It's the ROC baby, our lullaby
on

Excuse me miss, I'm the
(Do you me to do it?)
You come, hang wit me, basically
(Do you me to do it?)
Hold up, all the singin', let's go ride tonight, mami
(Come on now, uhh)

Forget English, body language
I be all over mamis body painters
Pink diamond necklace, strawberry
excuse yourself, you're very sick
Don't confuse me wit out this, bitch
Run up on me at the light, you could lose life
Muh'fuckas must be smoking they la, la, la, la
.45 gun smoke, off that

Back to the music, I ain't wit all
Plus the feds my music I get all that
I'm the public industry one
Public industry number two is my crew R O C
And I ain't concerned wit' who me, who like you
That's gay, I into likin' dudes no way
But get a pen, I can tell you pricks my for the future
I never make the news again, my shoot ya

As we, that la, la, la
(Hoo)
Memphis always smoking that la, la, la
(Hoo)
Sigel, desert eagle to fo' to five
(Hoo)
It's the ROC bitch, our lullaby
on

Excuse me miss, I'm the
(Do you me to do it?)
You should come, wit me, basically
(Do you me to do it?)
Hold up, all the singin', let's go ride tonight, mami
(Come on now, uhh)

Do you me to do it
watch me now, uhh